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Chapter Five Hundred and forty-one : Human (part four)

CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and FORTY-ONE

(part four)

“That is the proper expression, isn’t it?” Abi asked.

Blane nodded.

“I am made of this place,” Abi said. “Gilfand, as well. One male. One female. Forged out of the very dirt and air at the moment of creation. Life.”

Abi nodded.

“More like caretakers,” Abi said.

“Guardians,” Blane said.

“Yes,” Abi said. “We are guardians.”

“Librarians?” Blane asked. “Of the creatures who live here.”

“That too,” Abi laughed.

“What do you want to do?” Blane asked.

“I want to see if this new ‘stuff of life’ can give you, a normal human adult, more of the earth’s power,” Abi said. “Can we train it into you? By all measure, you are an adult. And yet there is this part of you that is from the very beginning of human life. What if we use your developed brain and body to capture the raw human power and … Well, honestly I don’t know.”

“Aren’t you doing that with Katy?” Blane asked.

“Not that you know of,” Abi said.

Blane grinned, and Abi laughed at his grin.

“What kind of powers can I have?” Blane asked. “I mean, I thought I might just move things around, like Jacob does. That seems pretty cool.”

“Oh,” Abi said. “Not really, and certainly it is not a power you’d want to get as an adult. Have you seen Jill’s twins? Their ability to use their skill is just forming. If you became psychokinetic — Jacob said that was the term for it …”

Blane nodded.

“There is a reason it begins in children,” Abi said. “It takes a lot of years of practice to be able to use the power with any skill. It would take the rest of your life to gain real acumen. Psychokinesis is powerful, but surly you must know that pales to the magnificent power of this earth.”

Abi grinned at him. When she smiled, Blane realized that he really liked Abi. He liked how hard she worked and how much she gave to those around her without being a martyr. He gave her a fond look and then scowled.

“What is it?” Abi asked.

“Will it hurt?” Blane asked.

“Why do you ask?” Abi asked.

“Hurting is generally bad,” Blane said. “To modern humans that is.”

“Oh?” Abi asked. “Hmm …”

She was silent so long that Blane realized she was joking. He grinned.

“Pain?” Blane asked.

“I don’t know,” Abi said. “I can say that I doubt it, but that would be just a guess. I am not human so I don’t know human frailties. I will say that it’s something we will do together. It’s not something I can do to you.”

Blane nodded that he understood.

“Let me say that I would never do something that would cause you distress or harm,” Abi said. “Not in the least.”

“Because you don’t do that to humans?” Blane asked.

“Because Hedone would be very angry with me,” Abi said. “It’s probably hard to imagine, but she and I are good friends. It’s hard to find a real friend who has been around as long as we have. Most of them are psychopaths or hermits.”

Blane nodded. They looked at each other for a long moment.

“I am at your command,” Blane said, finally making a decision.

“Good,” Abi said. “I spoke with Hedone. She said she could easily spare you a few hours a day. Are you well enough to start now?”

“Why not?” Blane asked. “What could happen?”

Abi gave him a beautiful smile, and Blane laughed.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…

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